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By prezioso Date: 2002 Aug 02 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.02.09.22.17881]] |
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You I was every man when we were together. A poet, a singer, even a comedian. I attempted to use every word in the world to express my love. I sang with a rough and coarse voice the sweetest words you will ever know. No matter what we were doing, I would stop and ask you not to change a hair. Then I would take your picture as if I were a photographer and capture your beauty. Where did I leave those lost times? Me |